The Kingdom of Rynial has flourished for 500 years, all in thanks to the Lianial Wall. However, signs show that the wall has begun to weaken and a Life Mage, which could save the kingdom, hasn't been seen in some 300 years. Fear slowly stirs and whispers.

It hurt. For all that she is a brilliant thief, Asca's normal intelligence is about average.

"Deja, let's not forget why we're here. There's a very strong chance that the sect of monks are still here somewhere. Hels, for all we know they could be-" And then they were right there. A procession of what could only be monks-older men, shaved heads, in robes the colors of the sunset(and the Wall). Asca's jaw dropped. She pointed, unable to find a way to word things. Her head was still hurting, after all.